Hideaway Strath Starfire

So far things had gone unexpectedy well. With every successful step Elfie's self-confidence increased and thus he moved faster and made bolder decisions. One close call came, when making a particularly difficult ascent by a jump, the surface gave way beneath his hind paws just as they had left it. He slammed in the boulder above and began to slid backwards and only by scrambling frantically upwards, did he avoid falling down right away. 

The boy sat down and with his head tilted back, examined the next possible route. He thought he saw the tip of the hill of debris right there (when in fact his perspective was faulty and the intended destination was still far off), but there the conformation of earth and rocks was almost vertical. Thus hindering him from going any further. Just as he was to tell this to his aunt, she called. And for the first time, since taking the job, he looked down.

Instead of telling Towhee playfully, of how very small she was down there, the boy stared in horror on, how long way away the ground was. He froze, then shuffled backwards, until his back was firmly pressed against the wall behind him. "I don't know how, Towhee!" he yelled back, tremble in his voice giving away the fright he had.